Listening to Dresden Dolls, rain, grey clouds and a bit of frustration ...
I should play the violin, or practice that 20 seconds, but no, no I sit here and ... and what.
Two more applications are sent, yeees, I should be a very good receptionist/administrator/assistant/whatever. If I could believe it.

I'd rather sing or ac or dance or... write.

Yesterday I felt the power to organize Samhain, to call as many telephone numbers as needed, but now I hate the sole thought of the phone.
And it's cold inside.